In the golden fields where we used to play,
The sun kissed our laughter with gentle rays.
Time spun like a carousel, round and round,
Whispering secrets in the rustling sound.

With each passing year, our dreams took flight,
Soaring beyond the reach of day and night.
We learned the art of letting go and hold,
In the tapestry of life, stories unfold.

Through the seasons of change, we stood tall,
Facing the echoes of each rise and fall.
In the quiet moments, we found our way,
As the child within us chose to stay.

Now we wander paths both old and new,
With the wisdom of years, yet hearts so true.
Growing up is a journey, vast and wide,
A dance with time, a gentle, flowing tide.